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Continue reading →: Lake Day – a poem for this mama’s broken heart
I might break beneathgood things,my son running inwith grasshoppers caughtin Grandpa’s field;he goes to kindergartenin only a week. but later I might break beneathsad thingsmy world closing inon the living floor,reality hits harder in the opensaying those words aloud;feels like a death, feels like a funeral.I still don’t cry the…
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Continue reading →: To My Younger Mom Self
If I could say one thing to her— You’re going to be off balance for a little awhile, then a week before your son turns five he will burst into the kitchen, wonder what you’re doing, discover you’re in there making chocolate brownies from a box. And you’ll be smiling,…
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Continue reading →: Communion – a poem for mothers trying to worship
baby fingers narrowly keptfromCommunion juice,rowdy children hushed,a mother’s look,sit still,she barely gets a prayerin edgewise,thank you, Lord, thankyou, Lord.and in this quiet, chaoticpew,this mother with her children,this broken upworshipher Lord is trulyglorified,and likely quite delightedby the narrowly,rowdy,barely edgewise. -S.V.F., Communion ❤ I have been wanting to write about how a…
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I’m Sierra
Welcome to my cottage garden in the foothills of California! I’m a poet, gardener, and sunflower enthusiast. Follow for personal poetry and prose rooted in my Christian faith and inspired by the turn of seasons both out of doors and in the soul. Find me on Substack – Green Fables.♥️
Sierra V. Fedorko 